Chapter 59: You're mine

**Thank you Riemc for the massage chair**

Daedric kept staring at the flower Dahlia had given him. He had abandoned his work, his mind adrift, tangled in conflicting thoughts. His father's warning echoed in his head, a constant, nagging reminder: 'Dahlia could make you lose the throne.'

"Why should I even drink with such a lowly man? But for her sake, you can do it, can't you?" His inner voice rang in his ears. Two conflicting thoughts swirled in his mind. One, the unwavering belief that Dahlia's actions were dangerous, her influence on him a potential threat. The other, a stubborn refusal to believe that Sullivan was anything more than an obstacle, someone unworthy of his concern.

"I don't wish to know anything about Sullivan," he muttered to himself, carrying a sharp edge of disdain. "Dahlia is foolish to believe in him."